Hearing the Pledge of Allegiance with context changes how it feels. Watching government inefficiency circles it all back to how I orginally felt. America.

The bitch about long-distance relationships is no time to let shit like this sink in and just relax and be. The second biggest bitch is the cock-blocking by his friends who don’t see him enough. It’s all going to be alright, but sometimes some folks without perception keep my nerves a little bit more on edge.

Here’s just a little bit of advice to the ladies out there. (You know what I mean, right ladies?) So, your man doesn’t take you out enough, that’s too bad. You feeling a little fenced in, a little homebound, a little unstimulated, to many days and nights at home? I hear and feel your pain. But, do not, and that is a big, capital ‘D’ “don’t,” do not invite your bad self to my potentially one-on-one, tete-a-tete, we-don’t-have-a-whole-lot-of-time together dinner.

‘cuz you know what a little moonlight’ll do, don’t you? It will make me feel all stabby. Haven’t felt that way in a while, but it is all about priorities.

You ain’t the princess of this here rodeo.

Seriously, though, I know you want to see your old friend. That’s cool. Just slow down a bit and consider what everyone else wants to do.

Now I have truly gone and done revealed the truth. I have proven to the world (or at least the few reading here) that I cannot fully, 100 percent let go of the reins. I know this whole week isn’t about me, but in my head I’m still a diva.